Joining Hands (2)

Eofel.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" Rias asked. He paid keen attention to the fluctuations of the dreadful Undeath energy blasting from the far distance. To him, it was soothing and warm.

Fulgardt laughed.

"Not a chance. I didn't realise it before my encounter with that brat, but that thing is here because of me," he said, grinning and tinkering with what appeared to be the open air above Rias. "It was me who gutted Aigas and exposed its precious past. Boron served his role only after I opened the path. It's all delicate Direction."

"I like your optimism." Rias took a deep breath. Fulina and Cyne standing by his side looked awfully shaken. No doubt, they didn't find as much comfort in the great pressure of Undeath streaming down from beyond as they did his, which was much more familiar.